Cut out from work at 4, ran over to gym (it's very close) and had a short/light workout. Felt great.
Picked up my son from a playdate at 5:15. W texts that she needs to decompress from the stress of work (SAHM, trying to jump start her career alongside the D).
I got home and got right to cooking dinner. Kids liked it. Then I cleaned the dinner table and the kitchen, including two days worth of dirty dishes that had piled up.
W on FB the whole time.
Got my son ready for bed, but W criticized me for not having him cleaning up his coloring pencils: "I don't want to be the only one telling him to clean up." In my mind I could hear myself responding, "There are so many things where I'm the only one doing it," but I didn't say it, I just worked with my son to clean up his stuff.
W thanked me for cleaning all the dishes.
Now the house is dark and it's quiet. I feel satisfied with today. The word "happy" comes to mind. I know I'm not quite there yet, but that's ok. I think I can get there.
Me: 50, MLC/WW 45 Young kids Nov 2015: BD1 Apr 2016: BD2 Jan 2017: W filed Feb 2017: D final
